Novel & Cerita Guided Masturbation

“Slide your hands inside. Feel how wet you are. Stop right on your clit.” I did, shivering, lost in the sensations. “Spread your legs for me…knees wider…mmm looked at that pussy, begging to be played with.” I obeyed, desperate, craving. “Good girl. Place your index and middle finger on your clit…rub gently in a circle…grind your hips.” I moaned, biting my lip as heat rushed through me. “Imagine I’m there. Think of me…keep grinding…faster, but not too fast. I don’t want you to come yet.”

I whimper, my fingers pushing beneath the thin fabric of my pants, seeking that aching spot. “I am wet.” I confirm in a seductive undertone. “Fuck!” Mason groans softly. “Touch yourself, momma. Let me hear you. Don't hold back.” “Yes…” I groan, letting out a moan as my fingers find my clit, circling it gently. My hips arch up instinctively, need curling hot and heavy through my spine. “That's it… keep going.” he urges, voice darker. “Are you thinking of me?” “Yes.” I breathe, eyes fluttering shut as my fingers move faster, slicker and slower.

“What? I’ve never... ” I stilled. “You’ve never?” She shook her head, embarrassed. I cursed under my breath. Christ, Ms. Sinclair really sent me a goddamn angel. “Okay, Maddison. Pretend it’s my hand.” Her hand moved slow, sliding up toward her chest. “Not there.” I caught her wrist, guided her down, finding her clit. My voice dipped. “There. Right fucking there.” Her moan tore through me. “Now… work it. The way I did last night. While I watch,"

She was also willing to thrust the dildo in and out of herself with one hand while masturbating her clitoris with the other, while I watched and stroked myself. Another nice thing we did was that I would voluptuously thrust it in and out of her while she masturbated herself with one hand and with the other hand she would stroke my penis. Every now and then I would have her put more vaseline on my penis, or insert more into her vagina or onto her clitoral area. It as fantasically erotic. I got her to the point where she was ready to come; she was willing to come with the dildo itself. I thrust it in and out faster and deeper while she fingered herself, and she came hard. I then gently removed

"But I know myself, I look at myself in the mirror without clothes, I touch myself when I shower." "But it's different, Gia! Look, you can even do it in the shower or in front of the mirror or here in bed, but female masturbation goes beyond touching your sex. You need to explore yourself, for example, Anderson touched your breasts today and you liked it." "Loved it, just remembering I already feel something down here!" She smiled. "You feel turned on! So, some people think it's just putting your hand on your sex and moving it there and that's it. Yes, you'll feel pleasure with that, but our body has so many special places! For example, you like kisses on your neck."

Since Shasta knows he has his own, after each session, he's allowed to masturbate and cum. The day finally arrives where he's allowed to push his fingers inside of her, while they kiss. He's very gentle and well trained, knowing exactly how to pleasure a woman. He gently strokes her g-spot. Shasta cums, then cums again, her back arching, her hips thrusting against his hand. He moves his kisses from her lips to her breasts, then suckles her nipples. She orgasms again, moaning his name.

“Wrap your hand around that gorgeous cock, baby. Slow strokes. Show Daddy how you touch yourself when you think about him.” Him. I gripped myself base to tip, twisting over the head. A broken moan spilled out. “That’s it. Nice and slow. Imagine it’s my hand—bigger, rougher, calluses dragging over every sensitive inch. I’m thumbing the slit, spreading your pre-cum, making you slick.” I mirrored him—thumb circling the head, spreading the wetness. My balls drew up tight. “Now slide your other hand down. Cup those heavy balls. Roll them gently. Feel how full they are.”

“This is too good to be true. Now, put your right hand on the underside of your cock and slowly stroke up and down that rock hard length. Yeah, like that. Slow and easy, long and lazy strokes... see how that cock is responding to that touch; it’s getting harder and bigger. Oh, god... it’s going to be so great riding that... monster. But not now... now you’re going to jerk yourself off while you think of fucking me. Yeah, wrap those thick strong fingers around that rock hard girth and stroke up and down the shaft length. Umm... place your left hand under those huge smooth balls and roll them in your fingers softly as you stroke your shaft with your right. How does that feel, Tory...

"Look at you. You're dripping. Did you touch yourself on the way here? Did you get yourself worked up thinking about what I was going to do to you?" "Yes," I admitted. "Multiple times." "Dirty," he said, but there was something almost admiring in his voice. "I want you to masturbate. Right here. Right now. While I photograph you coming." I began touching myself, my fingers moving in circles, my hips starting to rock slightly. "Faster," he commanded. "I want to see you lose control." I increased my pace, building toward an orgasm that had been threatening since I arrived. "That's it," he encouraged. "Come for me. Come while I'm documenting your degradation."